Most people in the theater world know Mark Collins as a critic — a temperate, thoughtful fellow, almost self-effacing. So it comes as a bit of a shock to see him swaggering around the stage as a boastful Ben Franklin, line dancing, or transforming into a huge, blubbery baby and getting fed spoonful after spoonful of applesauce. Not to mention taking a number of skidding, sliding, arm-spinning, leg-waving topples as Gerald Ford that shake the stage and would make Chevy Chase jealous. But these are only some of the personae that Collins takes on... More >>>